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A Tragic Reality
A Tragic Reality
The memories of him
Alive, they die
The bloody toil of combat
That nightmare
Cannot
Fall silent.
Young gravestones cut high
Warped, dark land
Only he made it
Horror, pain, chaos
The strongest in the world
Could not
Withstand
The tireless repetition.
He lost them all
Men dropped off
Bones rotted, heaped, horrid, and boiling
This wreckage
Has no
Equal.
Plugged ears
Surging roars
Weeping bodies
Perils pierced his mind away.
Tied up, begging
None
Immortal.
I.
Am.
Afraid.
